Page 89 of Cruel Bargain

“There’s a closet out in the hall with some.”

“Hurry and get dressed.”

“Can…can I have your name?”

“It’s Hunter.”

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HUNTER

The girl rushes to keep up with me; her strides half that of mine. I still haven’t decided what I’m going to do with her. I can’t bring her to the Keep. Not after what she saw me do.

We arrive at the safe house and I bring her up five flights of stairs to the apartment I’ve been occupying. She stands in the entryway, shaking violently.

Which is fucking awkward. I don’t know what to do. Bringing her here was a mistake.

“Are you hungry?”

She nods eagerly.

“Take a seat.” I gesture to the small table.

I heat her up some chili and watch as she scarfs it down. Then I get her a pack of Little Debbie pastries, some jerky, and Spam.

While I’m watching her, something unexpected happens. It’s not often that I feel one way or the other about anyone in particular, and I’m not saying it’s any different with this girl, but it’s also not the same.

Back on Salem Street, I’d fucked her like it was my job. Not because I liked it. I rarely like anything.

But I did like having my dick inside of her, which made me come quicker than I typically do.

And I’d like to have it in her again, though I’m not sure how that would work out. I’ve never gotten a boner without killing someone first, and I have no desire to fuck her corpse.

I could conjure memories of my kills, but for some reason, with Fiona, I don’t want to.

Perhaps there are other things I could try.

My eyes rove over her body, searching for something. A feeling it might conjure.

She’s a pretty girl. Beautiful, even. Not that it matters.

There’s a slight stirring in my cock, alerting me to hope.

“I’d like to lick your cunt.”

Her eyes dart to mine as she chews the processed meat. She swallows, licks her lips, and says, “Right now?”

“Do you need more food?”

She pushes her plate away, shaking her head from side to side.

I go to my knees as she slides her pants and panties down, casting them aside.

“I’ve never done this before. Will you tell me what you like?”

“I’ve never done this before, either.”

I was counting on her being more experienced than me, but I suppose I’ll have to improvise.

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